Tuesday, December 25, 2012

I'd love to post more but believe it or not, I managed to catch the flu this weekend and am living on toast and gaterade as I type. While it has certaintly hampered this holiday, it still has been a fantastic one.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

One year of trying.One chemical pregnancy. BBT charts that span a year and tell the story of irregular cycles, short lutuel phases and no ovulation some months.Sperm analysis completed; perfect numbers.One formal exam and very basic blood work for me; all fine.One round of clomid down, a second going.No baby.It all comes down to it. It's offical. I can't deny the label anymore. Secondary infertilityI honestly thought that before I got to my due date, December 27, the due date I should have had with the pregnancy I lost before it even really began, that I would at least be comforted by being pregnant again. I had no idea that I would be here. Nearing my due date with no baby being born and no baby on the way. I never imagined that over the last three months that I would research everything from diets, vitamins, clomid, IUI, IVF and fostering to adopt. I'd like to tell you that I am a positive person and believe with all my might that I will still get pregnant. That next month I will be puking my guts out and glowing green due to pregnancy. That I will be able to look back at this post and say, I'm so glad to have come this far. I'm so blessed to be pregnant.But I can't. Part of me does believe it, because I'm not willing to give it up yet, but parts of me are trying to cope with other thoughts. Thoughts of how my family might be completed other ways and accepting at the same time that it may already be complete; I just don't know it yet.I never knew I'd feel so many different emotions. Saddness. Pain. Anger. Jealousy. Homicidal rage. I never knew that out of all of my emotions, the largest one I would feel due to secondary infertility was guilt.I feel guilty. l feel selfish. I already have one child, can't I just be happy that I have been blessed with one child? Don't I know there are other people who don't even have one child? Don't I know that one year of trying for a baby is nothing, nothing, some couples go years, years, trying for just one baby. Don't I know that there are people who would give everthing in the world to have even one child. To have one healthy child who lived, who was born, who smiles and laughs. But why can't I be sad that I'm having problems having another child? What makes me such a bad person to feel pain and sorrow about not having another baby? Why does it make me selfish to want so badly to give my son a sibling? Why can't I be sad about not getting pregnant while at the same time feeling grateful for my son?But it's not the same. It's not perceived the same way. Primary infertility is sad. It makes friends and family uncomfortably sorry for you but everyone is rooting for you to have a baby. Secondary infertility? It makes your friends and family think that your overreacting; you had a baby before, you'll have one again, just "stop trying so hard" and "relax, God has a plan for you". I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to curl up in my bed. I want to break something. I want to stop taking my temperature every morning. I want to stop peeing on OPKs. I want to stop examing myself. I want to look forward to making love to my husband without the counting of what cycle day I'm on going through my head. I want a baby.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

No, no I'm sure you're not that I went missing. Why? No good reason, just busy with life, another round of clomid and the holidays.

Tomorrow is A.'s birthday and while we won't be doing anything besides going out for dinner, his family birthday party will be this weekend, I'm so excited to celebrate his birthday.

These four years have not been easy at times. We, as a family, have struggled through colic, poor feeding and weight gain, acid reflux, SPD and everything that entails, speech delay, poor motor control planning, temper tantrums and tears. There has also been happiness, smiles and love.

I will be honest and say, A. is not the child I expected to get. I will be honest and say being his mom some days is harder than I expected it to be. I will be honest and say that I can't imagine life without him. I can't imagine A. any other way then what he is, which is himself.

About Me

I'm a full time working mom to my two kiddos. Peanut, a 5 year old who loves super heroes, Star Wars and his own opinions. He also happens to have a speech delay and SPD. Snuggle Bug, born in October 2013, who The Husband and I struggled through secondary infertility to have. I'm also the wife to a smart mouthed video gamer who recently went back to college. Our family is rounded out by a wiener dog and 2 cats. This blog serves simply as my on-going ramblings.